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Date: 2 November 2015.

Post No: 2295

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American Farmer’s Hospitality?

Daniel Webster was once bested by one of the farmers of his native state. He had been hunting at some distance from his Inn, and rather than make the long trip back, he approached farm house some considerable time after dark and pounded on the door. An upstairs window was raised and the farmer, with head thrust out, called, “What do you want?”

“I want to spend the night here”, said Webster.

“All right. Stay there,” said the farmer. Down went the window.

How to find my house?

Andrew Lang at one time lived in the very far reaches of a London suburb. Inviting a friend to dinner, he instructed him how to get to the house. After long and explicit explanations he wound up saying, “Just walk along Cromwell Road’. Keep on walking until you drop dead of exhaustion, and my house is just opposite.”

Never say No!

Alice James, wife of William James, says that often during evenings her husband would exclaim, “Are we never to have an evening alone? Must we always talk to people every night?” And she would answer, “I will see that whoever calls tonight is told that you are strictly engaged.”

So they would settle down to their quiet evening. Presently the doorbell would ring and Alice would go to the entry, to make sure that her instructions were carried out; but close behind her would be William, exclaiming, “Come in! Come right in!”

Source: Old book: Encyclopaedia of Anecdotes